Extreme Femdom Punishment Novels & Stories

The scene had me letting out a shocked gasp two minutes into it, not only because I was currently extremely scandalous to be watching something like this right now, but also because of how my body was currently reacting to it. The scene was that of a brat and brat tamer, and the brat was completely bare, with her limbs restrained and her body strapped to some sort of table thingy— and the dom was using some sort of whip on her, but the brat didn’t shy away from it. She welcomed it, gasping and crying out euphorically at each strike before bratting again and again, goading the Dom into delivering more strokes until the brat was a whiny mess with pleas falling past her lips now that her Dom ha

I reached around, pinching her clit until she exploded once more. Hours passed. I tied her over the desk chair, passed her up, and used her relentlessly. Belt across her cheeks and thighs. Hot wax from a candle on her sensitive nipples. Fisting her well-stretched cunt while my cock punished her asshole. Extreme depth. She begged, sobbed, and came until her voice broke. I finished by flooding her womb, breeding her yet again. “Another heir to the lies.” —--------

“I’ve always had strong appetites, Doctor. Extreme ones. Vanilla doesn’t do it for me. I crave control—real, absolute control.” “Domination is everything. Binding a woman with ropes or cuffs, feeling her body strain against them while she knows she’s completely at my mercy. Choking her during the act, watching her eyes widen with that perfect blend of fear and lust as I thrust deep. Spanking her hard enough to leave marks, so she feels me every time she moves afterward.” I nodded professionally, but heat was already creeping up my neck. I pressed my thighs together tighter under the desk, trying to ignore the growing throb between my legs.

He spread my legs wide and slammed into my pussy in one brutal thrust. “Fuck!” I screamed into the pillow, the stretch still overwhelming. Dominic fucked me like he wanted to punish me. Hard, vicious strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. My juices squirted out around his cock with every thrust, soaking their sheets. “You’re tighter than her. Wetter than her. Younger than her,” he growled, spanking my ass red. “Say it while I ruin you in her bed.” “I’m tighter… I’m wetter…” I sobbed, pushing back onto his cock despite everything. “I’m such a disgusting whore. I don’t deserve to live after what I’m doing to your family.”

Encouraged by this reaction, he slapped the other watching the firm mound jiggle. He alternated between roughly squeezing her tits and slapping them and she thoroughly enjoyed the rough treatment. Being out on his terrace, where any number of people could see them, see the way he was treating her and how much she was loving it, surprisingly excited her. Her pussy was soaked and aching for him but she didn't want this exquisite punishment to end. "Oh yes, oh God yes," she whimpered, her head hanging back, letting him do what he would with her tits.

I moaned. “Not yet.” She said as she sensed my orgasm growing near. “You do not cum unless I say so.” She said as she gently slapped my cock, left and right, repeatedly. She uncuffed one of my arms and flipped me onto my stomach. “Ass up.” I arched my back, using one hand to spread my ass as she lubed me again. Her hands gripped firm on my hips as she slammed the dildo in once more, pounding into my ass. “Mommy…it hurts.” I begged, feeling the dildo tear up my ass, painfully stretching it.

Claiming the skin that I kept barely hidden all day. "Did it turn you on?" he growls between strikes. "Knowing you were naked while you talked about logistics?" "Yes!" I cry out as his hand strikes the exact same spot again. "Six." I’ve been on edge all day, fighting the urge to squirm and rub myself against the leather of my chair. Forcing myself to wait for Dominik to pleasure me. “I’m going to fuck you so hard when your punishment is over.” The growl in his voice makes my fingers curl on the slippery surface of the desk. The sharp contraction of my pussy sends shockwaves through my body.

He takes off my glasses and kisses me deeply, pulling me to himself by grabbing my buttocks. *** Day 6 of Punishment It’s the last day of my punishment and I’m dying for the orgasm. In the shower every morning, only I know how I control myself from touching myself. It’s pure torture. But Will, my Master, controlling my pleasure gives me pure satisfaction. At night after dinner, Will leads me to the living room and makes me sit on the floor, leaning against the sofa, naked. He pulls my legs wide, painfully wide, and uses a rope to secure my ankles to the legs of the table. I am splayed open, completely exposed in the middle of the hall.

I felt like I was in Fifty Shades of Grey for crying out loud. The worst of the worst came when I read the soft and hard limits of our arrangement. The soft limits were spanking, bondage, blindfolding, edging, teasing with implements such as feathers, ice, and wax, use of words like sir or master when addressing him in the bedroom, and no speaking without permission. I was horrified that it was even a soft limit. It should have been a hard limit. He also included light degradation and humiliation, role-play, and the use of toys on me.

“We can go inside the house to deal with your punishment, or we can deal with it outside. I’ve got an order of your clothes coming, and I will make sure our guests witness your punishment.” “You brute. Are you some kind of Dominant?” she asked. “So you know what those are?” Her cheeks flamed, but she didn’t answer. “No, I’m not a Dominant. I’ve got no playroom or equipment to punish you with. I don’t own floggers. What I’ve got is my hand, some fancy dildos, and some rope. I don’t need anything else to get my pleasure.” Her gaze returned to his in shock.